So. After I did this? I was trying not to walk so much. Because I didn't want to make it worse.
I'm the Queen of Making Things Worse.
But since that happened Saturday and today is Tuesday, I was feeling a lot better. True, I cursed a lot on Saturday night and even more on Sunday and maybe just a little Monday, but I won't guarantee that Monday's cursing was about the pain in my knee and ankle so much as it was about just life in general. Today was Tuesday. The pain wasn't bad. I can bend and twist my legs in any number of ways and don't feel like I need to curse and/or vomit.
So I decided to go for a walk.
After about two minutes on the trail it started to rain.
By ten minutes? It was pouring the rain. Buckets. BUCKETS.
So my walk was only twenty minutes. So I walked about a mile. And probably won any wet t-shirt contests that I was unwillingly participating in.
So yay for walking. And Hurray for Boobies!
And PS. If you are the person who found my blog by Google searching, "Take a wicked pee"? I think I might love you.